My phone rang. "I am on the way. Maybe in five minutes...you please open the door for me?"
Julio - he had been here only yesterday and I was surprised he had time and desire for me again. But I was all eager for it. It was a bit after six in the evening; long rays of sunlight still streaming in through the trees. He strode into the house and kissed me lightly on the mouth, a little smile on his face. Taking two beers from the fridge to fill his big frosted mug, he sat down with the salt and lemon.
"I work hard today - I am very tired. But I like come for see you - I love you, beautiful. I am very hungry, no eat nothing all day. Maybe you have some, for me any food?"
Oh yes. Chicken, a bit of steak, mashed potatoes... yeah. We both ate, chatted and he kept looking at what I was wearing, making kissy lips, praising me. I had changed to a rayon skirt and tied a pretty floral scarf around my breasts, just on a whim, when he had called a short while ago. Yes, I do things like that!
He was done eating. He patted his crotch, squeezing himself, while staring intently at me with a little crooked grin on his face. "Show me, let me see... show me you pussy - bay, I want..."
"Nooo!" I teased, giggling and twisting my neck and limbs in all sorts of ways, as I always do, knowing I was making him hot and delighting in every moment of it. I saw that his jeans already had a bulge - and I squealed. "Ohh my God - stop that!" He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows, pointing to that lump in his pants, and fiddling with his belt, beginning to breathe quickly.
"But you just got here - you can't do that, wait, wait! Have another beer! Relax! "
Oh, it's just too easy for me to arouse him, and I was in the mood to play. I knew he would not wait - or that he could not wait for long - still I persisted, giving him lascivious glances and posing alluringly. I let my hands caress my own body, my breasts under the silky scarf, my belly and legs under that flowing skirt. He stared at my little show and I saw it was working well.
"No es possible, bay-bay. When I see you - this is happen for me. Me gusta tu cuerpo - ay, me haces caliente, bay. You know this is true. Eres chica traviesa." (You're a naughty girl)
He stood up and undid the loose knot at my back, letting the scarf slip away. Grabbing my tits in his hands, he began sucking at them both, turning his head from one to the other. I could feel the juice inside me start, with that tingly hot sensation, making me stay right in place as he did whatever he wanted ... And what he wanted was to make love to me. But he knew upstairs was the best place, so I would not be all nervous. Of course he will do it anywhere - and when he decides to make it happen, no matter where, I am his instantly. Yes, I submit and I surrender and I love it any which way, but I am always more jittery if we do not have the privacy of my rooms upstairs. But today, he was allowing me to play my games - he was affected, yet indulgent, and I was having too much fun, knowing how it was sure to end. He pleaded, giving me look of sweet desire. "Ven, ven, cariño, vamos a la cama."
Starting up the stairs, he offered his hand, and I took it, looking back briefly at the pretty scarf on the floor. In my bedroom, he stripped in a moment, showered and came back to me. He put those honeyed love songs on his phone, the singer, Marco Antonio Solis: 'Necesito una compañera', a sweet song of longing. (I need a companion 'for my life')
He began so tenderly, little soft kisses on my cheeks, my neck, my tits, slowly running his fingers through my hair and over my whole body, lingering on the special places - my knees, my inner arms, my navel, which he poked his tongue into, and the hot spots all over me, but not touching my pussy at all. Yes, he was teasing me back - he is so expert! He nodded and smiled, letting me know that he was taking full charge now, and - oh, I surely knew it.
He stepped back and slipped the skirt over my head, then reached over and tousled my hair with both hands. He gazed at me. "Te ves muy hermosa, tan suave, tan caliente, y tan inocente, como una niña. Eres la mejor mujer del mundo para mi. ¿Cómo puedo ser tan afortunado de encontrarte? ¿Por qué no te encontré cuando eras muy joven? Ay, pero eres mas bonita ahora!"
(You look so lovely, so soft, and so innocent like a child. You are the best woman in the world for me; how can I be so lucky to find you, why did I not find you when you were very young? Ah, but you are more beautiful now!)
Well, those words put me into a state of utter enchantment. I looked up at him in a trance, ready to do anything he wished for. My mind was swirling, full of a mix of feelings - and gratitude for this man, this treasure in my life, was not the least of them. I somehow felt very close to tears, my heart full; I just could not speak at all. He saw I was in some other dimension - it's the whole wonder of all of it - I do feel that I am in an other-worldly place with all the events of my life with him, and it transports me - whether I want it to or not. And this time, I felt oddly non-sexual, but yet my entire being was full of wanting him. It felt like a hunger of the soul.
He kissed my forehead, one arm behind my neck. He gently held my chin and touched his mouth to me. One long sweet kiss, his warm lips full on mine and my head fell back, my eyes fell shut and I melted into the bed like a ragdoll. I don't know what was going on with me, but it was a strange mood, I was kind of out of it, in an alternate reality, even though nothing that intense had occurred - not physically at least!
An odd interlude, and nothing happened for a short time. I guess he just watched me, then he tickled my belly and chuckled. "Wake up! You are alive, yes? Or no? Ahh, wake up! Yes, you need live for me, I want you be my woman for many years! No die!"
My eyes fluttered open and I smiled at him, revived, back in the world; I countered, "Yes, I am still alive. Will you kill me now?"
"I no kill you; you no die. I like you will live forever, mi amor. Te quiero, te quiero tanto..."
Then slipping his hand right between my thighs, he slipped all around the sensitive folds, bent down and used his tongue... and that made me wake up in earnest. Now he got more urgent. That fat cock was determined to get into me and I was more than ready by now. All that stuff he did, the teasing talk, the tender talk, the magic talk, his skilled, deft touches, the dizzying glances, the dreamy music - he is just so very good at making me wild with desire for him. Latino men, hombres Latinos!! Ay, muchacha!
And at that moment, as he could see how much I wanted it, he laughed and said,"Eres cachonda! Ay , Ca-CHON-daaaa! Muy sensual mujer! Ven, muchacita mia!"
Well this 'cachonda' word was new - but I realized it meant 'hot stuff' and I knew I could ask him later all about it. Now - ohh, now, I wanted that man to ravish me. I fell backwards, spreading my legs wide and he literally lunged onto me, no time wasted with more chit-chat. He was too hot himself - and how he had managed to draw it all out, to hold back while he raised me to the full heated pitch of my desire for him - I don't know. Amazing control - he has it and he can do it, when he wants to! But so often he is swept away in his own passions, which quickly dispense with any hesitations for him, and which in turn set me afire! Yes, whatever ways he makes it all happen - I love it all! Amante supremo! Supreme lover! And yes, even after several years, I am endlessly enthralled with everything about him.
Looking at me with the expression of a man preparing for a fine feast, he pushed his cock into me rather quickly, moving smoothly in and out, his broad chest rising and falling, leaning on his elbows, he began his long, hot delicate kisses - tongue all over my mouth, both on the outside and inside, teeth tugging at my lips... then on my ears... and his whispered words of love: "Ahh, mi hermosa amor, eres sexy como el infierno, mujer ardiente..." (Ah, my beautiful love, you are sexy as hell, blazing hot woman)
And yes yes yes yesssss! I am, I will, I want - all of it! Speeding up, he pumped like a wild thing and I was so drenched in my pussy that he slipped out of me several times, plunging back in and I was afraid of his cock tearing my vulva, as it was so forceful. And he came with a long sigh, his face pressed hard against my neck. For whatever reason, this time, I did not come - I just was lost in seeing and feeling what was happening for him, just marveling at his skill and his beauty, his expressions of love, all the new words I had not heard before... and somehow it was all plenty enough for me.
He rolled onto his back. We lay quietly, me still dazed, on the brink of floating back into my 'other dimension' with my head on his shoulder, his arm around me, my hand low on his belly, just above his spent penis. Our bodies, tired and satisfied, all sticky, lightly sweaty, odors of sex, filling the room like a cloud. And the love songs playing still.
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